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I've got worry, I've got pain
I'm not the only one left in this game
And I feel it seems quite lonely
And I feel I've nothing left to gain

It's a struggle to find balance between empathy and self-respect
I need to deepen on things that have meaning

I've got worry, I've got strength
I'm not the only one that remains
And I feel I've spent some time searching
And I feel there must be a reason for this

Finding hope in gesture meant to incite action
I need to deepen on things that result with reaction

These words between us they mean nothing unless we bring them meaning
And in doing so we are responsible for them remaining in tact
This is fact
Can the seed be planted without coming back?

I've got worry, I'm not the same
It's a struggle to find balance between empathy and self-respect
A need to deepen on things that have meaning
Finding hope in gesture meant to incite action
I need to deepen on things that result with reaction
A need to deepen on things that cause duress
A need to deepen on things that may change

These words between us, these words
Needs nurture, needs water, nurture, water
Protect.

Track Name: Much Less Desired

if the prospect of our morrow is set
then our future is written
immanent – impending – and subsequent
But I'd try to reel in the minutes
Pull them back like skin
From the outside in - And begin again
Starting with acceptance
I should admit the past
And a new picture would begin
Allowing each frame to build on the last
This would be my path

The trouble is that I’m troubled
And that places a hitch in my plan of finding acknowledgment from myself again
I remain unsettled which poses problematic
Allowing for a much less direct journey to my fate
I worry about the possibilities
I worry about the unease

Because I fear these triggers are reminders that not all things are built for change
Some things must be pried open and re-made
Hijacked, hacked and distorted
So that these glimpses of experience can be re-sorted and filed away

Promptly, I’d realize that my potential is somewhat set
I can change it – but only a little bit
Because it is immanent – impending
All of which makes me feel unfit
All of which makes me much less desired
All of which is subsequent

Track Name: The Gateway

Between this brim and these glasses
You might catch a glimpse of my eyes
IT’S THE IMPLICATIONS OF WHAT THAT MEANS
THAT SCARES ME

Cause my eyes are supposed to be
The portal to my soul
You wouldn’t have to listen anymore BUT

I’d prefer to remain a mystery
And maybe someday…
I’ll leave you an open window

Cause my words run synonymous with my groove
And if it rhymes that’s a product of the fact THAT
Linguistics can make you move!
SO I implore you to let your body find the rhythm of this tune!

BETWEEN THIS BRIM AND THESE GLASSES
YOU MIGHT CATCH A GLIMPSE OF MY EYES
The portal to my soul
You wouldn’t have to listen anymore AND

I’d prefer to remain a mystery
I’D PREFER TO REMAIN A MYSTERY
And maybe someday, I’ll leave you an open window

Track Name: PacMan (live)

Tonight the city’s like a Pacman board
I wanna know how many power pellets ‘til I get to your door
All the angled streets, and the blinking lights
How many of my steps to your door?
How many of my steps to your door?

Oh you know who you are
Just look out the window, the ghosts aren’t that far
There’s smoke on the island and all five boroughs are watching
There’s smoke on the island and all five boroughs are watching

When the world stops I wanna ride with you
Your footsteps are approaching my moves
I’m on a joyful ride
I’m moving on to my next three lives
I’m a quarter junkie
And I’m thirsty for you!
And I’m thirsty for you!